Chapter 11 That Dog of a Man Has Another Woman in His Heart

When Song Yan arrived at the Half-Drunk Bar, Lu Zhanying was using her fists to 'persuade' a small-time hoodlum.

"Yingying, busy?" Song Yan settled herself at her usual seat.

She had been close friends with Lu Zhanying for years, and now Lu Zhanying managed this bar called Half-Drunk, with Yingying as her nickname.

Lu Zhanying nodded at her, "Just a second, I'm almost done."

Then, Song Yan watched as Lu Zhanying forced the small-time hoodlum to kneel on the ground, pleading for mercy, claiming he would never dare again, and begging the 'heroine' to spare him.

Heroine?

If you ask her, Lu Zhanying's level of terror in certain aspects was absolutely that of a female demon king.

After clearing up the mess, Lu Zhanying returned to the bar and continued working.

"The usual?"

Song Yan shook her head, "No, I drove here today."

Lu Zhanying's movements froze, and she looked at her incredulously.

After sizing her up, she said, "As far as I know, you've only driven three times since you got your license, right?"

"Four times," Song Yan corrected her seriously.

Including today, that made four times.

Lu Zhanying said, "All three previous times ended in accidents."

"..."

"How about this time?"

Song Yan had had her driver's license for three years, but counting today, she had driven only four times.

The first time she drove, both Lu Zhanying and Li Rao were with her; they were young and bold and had complete trust in her as a newly licensed driver.

However, within minutes, she'd rear-ended a Mercedes Benz.

After that incident, Lu Zhanying and Li Rao swore they'd never ride in a car driven by her again.

The second time she managed to knock off her own car's side mirror while parking.

The third time she ran straight into a green belt; it even made hot searches, and she was taken for an alcohol test, suspected of drunk driving.

It was after that time that she never drove again.

Song Yan coughed lightly, and under Lu Zhanying's deathly stare, she had no choice but to answer honestly, "Just a minor... scrape."

Lu Zhanying wasn't surprised at all.

"Truly you, never disappointing me, maintaining your one hundred percent record."

Song Yan: "..."

It sounded as if she was being complimented, but it didn't seem like anything to be proud of.

"Where's Li Rao?" Song Yan changed the subject.

"She should be arriving soon..." she had barely finished when she saw a familiar silhouette approaching from the entrance; it was indeed a case of speaking of the devil.

"I'm so angry, so angry!" Li Rao stormed in, grabbed the lemon water Lu Zhanying had just prepared for Song Yan, and started drinking it.

Song Yan exchanged glances with Lu Zhanying.

Here we go.

Setting down the glass, Li Rao came up, full of fury, and started ranting, "They want me to be joined in matrimony with that dog Wei Shiran, I'd rather be dead!"

Lu Zhanying was a woman of action, without a word, she took out a fruit knife and handed it over.

Li Rao: "..."

Song Yan laughed, carefully pushed the fruit knife back, "Zhanying, there's really no need to go that far."

Lu Zhanying put the fruit knife away and asked Li Rao, "Drink?"

"Drink! A big one!"

Song Yan felt a headache coming on.

Li Rao was widely recognized as Yun City's number one socialite.

But where was the demeanor expected of a top socialite now?

The arranged marriage between Li Rao and Wei Shiran was a recent development, one the number one socialite of Yun City, and the other, Yun City's number one prodigal son. Their union had surprised many people.

Li Rao had already had several quarrels with her family over the engagement, but Wei Shiran on his end hadn't shown the slightest reaction, as if he had tacitly agreed to the marriage.

One side having agreed, the situation for the other became even more difficult.

After complaining for a bit, Li Rao gnashed her teeth and said hatefully, "That's not even the point, the key is, that bastard has another woman in his heart! How can I tolerate such an insult!"

Those words echoed in Song Yan's mind like a curse, repeating over and over.